The sun surrenders its powers to the wind and fulfills this
Time that stands on its own, never is known by what it lacks
Ever is carefully forgiven in what is left to regret
Harmony in the hour becomes sorts of relish of minutes
Hugging the seasons and keeping close to the breezes
The birds sing in the trees and the butterflies fly high
Choosing to live free and dance in the vines and glory
That define us and challenge us to bring
Our destiny into focus, this depth created by saving grace
Dictates not only our lives but also our pace
And this may complete your tale of this day
But tomorrow holds its own so stay upbeat and neglect your faults
Time does not pardon all, but records memories that accord to gods will